Data

"You're what at this point? You know, collectively?" Soji asks as she engages the engine startup sequence and the ship's main systems kick on, spinning up to full power from grey mode. "Two? Three hundred?" The ship is a bit of salvage Seven helped her with years ago, an amalgam of parts from far a slew of sources, all threaded together with a hash of green power couplings and creative welding. It's comfortable enough, has space for three or four people even if it only has two at present. Everything works, for a given value of working, and she hardly even notices which screens refuse to switch off Romulan and Borg. More than anything, though, the ship is fast. Disconcertingly fast. It's a feature that Soji never tires of.

However, she thinks she may revise that opinion shortly. She hasn't witnessed his talent as a pilot, but Deanna had gone on at length about his maneuvering a Galaxy class through an active, (and detonating) Cube. This ship, unlike the Enterprise, is small and nimble enough that it practically begs to be jacknifed around any and all obstacles. (It's the Romulan parts, they are all death defiance, all the way down.)

She gives him a sunny smile as she drops into the copilot's seat.

"Maybe they need someone backwards compatible?"

Collectively, perhaps, though the memories of the other individuals in his mind were rather like those of the colonists long ago. Like something he read in a book, detached and yet integral to who he had become - but, then, he'd learned that stories could have such power long ago too, when he had first been introduced to the works of Conan Doyle.

So long ago. Yet, he had only been forty-one when he had sacrificed himself for his friends. They had lived on without him and now, he still felt the youngest among them even in this aged body. Well, the youngest, with the exception of new friends. Family. It was strange, to have family again. Could he even say 'again', when Lal had been so brief in his life, and his father too, and his brothers...

B4's memories were faint, but Lore, who had fought so hard to be, was prominent. In fact, Data wasn't entirely sure where he ended and Lore began. He understood now, understood the loneliness, the isolation his brother had felt. How different things might have been, had they recognized that loneliness in each other... long ago.

She had a feeling----- that is, a sense. It was well-observed and demonstrated among crewmen that her father was an admired member of the officers, not only as a professional, but as a friend. Why else would Captain Picard advocate for his personhood, for hers, and why would Counselor Troi invest in his endeavor to be more human, why would Geordi confide in him if Data was merely a colleague? Perhaps it was because she wanted to believe for herself that she could have relationships like these one day.

Often, Data volunteered for the evening shift on the bridge. After all, he didn't require sleep, so it allowed for his other crewmates to maintain more 'normal' schedules. Beyond that, however, it was a certain challenge to his capabilities as a commander. There were three shifts on Enterprise. The first, during which Data served at Ops, the Captain was in active command. During the second, if anything of remote interest came up, more significant than an uncharted pulsar or a passing comet, Picard was called up to the bridge. During the third, however, when much of the ship was asleep, it was protocol to only call on him when the safety of the ship was in peril or in similarly significant occurrences, such as a first contact. Otherwise, Picard would be entirely sleep deprived.